I'm in love with books. I love the smell of the pages in a brand new book, like a sharp citrus perfume. I love even more the smell of an old, worn book; it's perfume more heady and musky.
Nothing can compare to the feel of a well-loved book, its pages smoothed and ink smudged. The dog-eared pages, nicotine and coffee stains, all evidence of a long, loved life.
You can sit anywhere with a good book; curled up in bed, on your sofa, a park bench or the beach. Taking time to absorb each word, taking as much time as you like.
Books don't have batteries that might run out. Books don't crash, have hardware failures or viruses.
Books are magical. Magical little squares of paper, all bound together. Millions of worlds, adventures, people and places, all alive and breathing on the inky pages.
So, switch off your laptops, computers, Apple Macs, ipads, iphones and mobiles. Pick up a book. Go on, do it now.
Open it up and take a long, deep breath. Smell the heady scent and ingest each word.
Books are too loved to become redundant. They're timeless.
Nothing can compare to the feel of a well-loved book, its pages smoothed and ink smudged. The dog-eared pages, nicotine and coffee stains, all evidence of a long, loved life.
You can sit anywhere with a good book; curled up in bed, on your sofa, a park bench or the beach. Taking time to absorb each word, taking as much time as you like.
Books don't have batteries that might run out. Books don't crash, have hardware failures or viruses.
Books are magical. Magical little squares of paper, all bound together. Millions of worlds, adventures, people and places, all alive and breathing on the inky pages.
So, switch off your laptops, computers, Apple Macs, ipads, iphones and mobiles. Pick up a book. Go on, do it now.
Open it up and take a long, deep breath. Smell the heady scent and ingest each word.
Books are too loved to become redundant. They're timeless.
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